The traffic police infringe on us, they chase us for tinting, they shove us for the blackheads, but I continue to ride with neon, from a gray mass
stand out, so that people would change, tune a car or just anneal it, but I don't have much money, I really don't
I work, I get 100, I fill the wheelbarrow, sometimes Grandfather scares me that you put garbage on the wheelbarrow, he does not understand me,
says the battery, you plant it, but I continue to do something with the wheelbarrow, start it constantly, for repair
to come and cut it down, I do not live like everyone else, I constantly torment something, I shoot traffic police on video, sometimes I burn out at home,
they do not understand that they are young, they run around, they take the inspection and license, force them to sign a receipt about
violation although he did not violate anything, well, the tint of 5% on the side windows was viebal, the rear bumper was removed,
I anneal without a rear muffler, wrote out a fine for tinting, measured it by eye without a device, but then I
I didn’t know the right, I didn’t shoot a video, I didn’t make a protocol, you guys like us, give
it is cool for us to live life, so as not to be driven, not to be afraid of you, to ride cars with you, but these words
maybe they won't give anything, nothing will change from me, because I'm just Sanya 90, who reads rap, these texts
composes, plays football, there will always be graters on the roads, violations, there is no way to get away from it, it doesn't matter
you squeeze the pedal, you cut it in,
fines are hanging, one for tint, another for speed, at 4 b they stopped, sign 40, I probably flew 60,
The familiar cop Roma from the railway station was sitting in the car, drew up a receipt, but he probably threw it out, forgave me,
maybe it is stored in the database, I don't understand why people live like this, we are accused of everything, we are not DPSniks
understand that they are promoting their own, I'm a simple guy who does something in life, plays football,
anneals a wheelbarrow, bought the rights, uncle punched numbers, 195 for someone it may be simple, for me he is a thug,
tune in guys we have one life, we need to live it with dignity so that later not to remember how DPSnikov
I was afraid, I drove around them, I rarely drove in front of them, DPSniki you don't catch young boys who have rights,
but rather look for drunks, I'm not greedy, I can just give the grandmother the main thing so as not to squabble over money,
it's all just a piece of paper for me, but for someone it's something more, but I understand that it's not perfect,
I constantly torment something, I take off the bumper, I connect the matyugalnik, I tear off the metal strips, the music
I turn on, I'm driving around on six, the traffic police tune in, do not press on the boys, for us cars are everything, if without
pedestrian cars, fuck it like that, for xenon, for tint, don't scare the bumper, you'd better change,
become kinder, the most important thing is not to infringe on us, do not take the inspection and license, the receipt and
do not draw up protocols, protect us.